INT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/BEDROOM — DAY
In the enormous bedroom we find a king-sized bed. Beneath the black satin covers we find Natalie Lychstein, a 24-year-old platinum blonde who wants in flesh but has silicone and collagen in abundance. Sitting up, she leans over the bedside table, preparing a line of coke for breakfast.
INT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/DEN — DAY
Within we find H. S. LYCHSTEIN. A 66-year-old artist, Lychstein wears a brown silk robe, what remains of his gray hair in a small ponytail, and a humourless expression across his bland face. He is at work disassembling an antique Remington Model 95 derringer.
EXT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/SAUNA — NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Natalie, another woman, and a strapping young man sit together on a bench, engaged in sexual activity. Lychstein sits across from them, revelling in his own fashion.
The smartphone beside Lychstein starts ringing. Without losing stride, he answers.
EXT. STARSIDE — DAY (FLASHBACK)
At the wheel of his red Fiat, Lychstein rolls into the town of Starside, presently under construction. Passing the unfinished residences and shops, he heads for distant Sunside Cemetery.
EXT. SUNSIDE CEMETERY — DAY (FLASHBACK)
Striding through the grounds, Lychstein soon comes upon the tombstone of Lázaro Mũnoz. Reading the epitaph, he then leans against the granite marker. Gazing upon the rows of innumerable graves sprawled out before him, he nods appreciatively.
INT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/DEN — DAY
The derringer disassembled, Lychstein cleans the components.
INT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/STUDIO — DAY (FLASHBACK)
Photos and documents pertaining to Sunside Cemetery are stewn about the room, with them discarded park designs. Lychstein leaves his drawing board in a frustrated huff.
INT. BOOKSTORE — DAY (FLASHBACK)
Browsing the aisles, Lychstein happens upon a curious volume; a paperback copy of the Simon Necronomicon. Taking it up, he examines the three interlocking sigils adorning the cover: the Necronomicon Gate.
INT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/DEN — DAY
The components cleaned, Lychstein reassembles the derringer.
LANDFILL — DAY (FLASHBACK)
Lychstein wades through the detritus of old Sunside, on the hunt for objects of supreme interest. He soon comes across the tarnished Celtic/Patriarchal cross of Sunside Church.
SUNSIDE CEMETERY — DAY (FLASHBACK)
Surrounded by work crews removing and transporting the lesser headstones, Lychstein is preoccupied with the Mũnoz tombstone. The angel has been removed and taken away, the copper cross affixed in its place. Putty knife in hand, Lychstein applies a specially prepared batch of cement to the inscription, filling in every letter save those which spell “ETERNAL LIE”.
STARSIDE PARK — DAY (FLASHBACK)
Lychstein stands in the gate of Starside Park, examining his handiwork. The headstones, arranged in the form of the Necronomicon Gate, form an elaborate walkway. At the walkway’s epicentre, the repurposed tombstone.
INT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/DEN — DAY
The derringer reassembled, Lychstein examines his handiwork. Satisfied, he takes two cartridges from an adjacent box and loads them into the gun.
H. S. LYCHSTEIN
I am slave to nothing.
Snapping the weapon closed, he brings the barrel under his nostrils and pulls the trigger twice in quick succession.
INT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/BEDROOM — DAY
Drawing the locks of her reverse mullet back, Natalie takes up a platinum straw and inhales the cocaine. Tilting her head back, she rubs her nose.
INT. LYCHSTEIN HOME/DEN — DAY
Natalie saunters into the den, still rubbing her nose, where she finds her husband, sprawled back in his chair, blood streaming from his pulverized nose and sinuses, his hemorrhaged eyes staring sightlessly.
She gets an instant nosebleed.